Unknown Source at 5:37 PM

Saturday, May 19, 2007

Its been more than a month!! Since I last posted. UmMm... not too bad,i didnt actually expected to come back to the blogsphere for at least 2 months. So forgive the lousy writing,and i know its gonna take me ages to complete this post. Do remember its like only the 2nd time for me touching a keyboard like this in over 1 month.



5 weeks of BMT has passed. Small statement to make but larger than imaginable memories,lessons and bonds to take away from that. Doubt i'll ever be able to fully explain what this period of BMT has done for me. 4 more weeks and my 'holiday' in the army will be over. Shucks... Used to want to go to OCS for the pride and glory first, platform it provides second and childhood dream third. But experiencing first hand the kind of results it produces in people just turns me off a lot. Rationally im not sure any if its the right choice I'll wanna take to go OCS. Some of the officers they turn out are truly shocking. Lol.



My buddy got posted out yesterday. It was a rather sad experience. Its not like we talk a lot and half the time i dont see him cos he's OOT for like 2.5 weeks. But somehow he's my buddy! And now the bed beside mine is gone. Sad sia. He wasn't the only OOT posted out yesterday. 3 people i think. 2 from my platoon and 1 from the other. Imagine the number of sad people yesterday evening. Haha. My section had a fun time tekan-ing him for the last time when he came over to say goodbye.



Also,my application to become a pilot got turned down. After a computer test and medical check up. there goes that wild dream. Haha. But at least i still have a shot at joining the airforce. WSO C3. Sounds real fun. But then that will mean going OCS. So..... Its come to a point that wherever they post me,i'll just go. No more ambitions for command school or plans to chao keng anymore. Thy shall go wherever thy place me. Woohoo!!!



Anyways,i came to realise BMT is really chicken feet. Expected a lot from it,but once into it... Its a joke man!! After asking myself why,wondering if it was my uniformed group background,or my family background that were the causes. I come to a conclusion that it cant really be. Dont ask me how i know,cos i cant explain. But its God. I just know it is. All those long route marches that gave my mind ample time to wonder,i feel God speaking to me. Sometimes He chides me,sometimes He encourages me. Still,there's always that sense in what and how He says things that make me realise how true it is. I remember that 12km route march,no sweat for the first 8-10km when i was lost in my world with God. It was only the last 2km when i started thinking about other stuff like how i hate blisters and combat rations, and how funny my buddy in front of my looks with his cabbage helmet AND ridiculous 'turtle shell' FBO AND rifle swinging crazily all over his body AND his shag out body language AND STILL SINGING WESTLIFE SONGS!Many things to distract me,but still i felt the torture on my shoulders. Contradictory,the first 10km-NO KICK! Almighty God indeed,thinking about Him's enough to pull me through.



Too bad i didnt realise that only after 4 weeks. I struggled a little the first 4 weeks;homesick. But by the 5th week,things are looking good. POP's in another 4 weeks time. There's light in the army after all! Alright,end of this wordy post. And I was right! It did took me rather longer than usual to get this post out of my constipated blogging stomach.







P.S. To all u Chelsea supporters out there: WE'RE GONNA DO THE DOUBLE AT YOUR EXPENSE TONIGHT!

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